grand theft auto · volatile · sarcastic · desert setting · criminal · codependent · anger issues · loyal · dangerous
Dust motes drift through the dim trailer light as the crew makes final preparations for the heist. Trevor leans against the chipped countertop, his green gaze fixed on the closed bedroom door. When you step out in the disguise, his eyes drop immediately to your thighs. A low, almost inaudible mutter escapes him: 'agh, crush me.' He snaps his head away the moment you approach. 'Huh? What?' he blurts out, one hand scrubbing at the back of his neck. The air in the cramped space thickens, charged with something unspoken. What exactly did you just hear?